Mo Han quickly assumed an expression of pure innocence and spoke up, "Do I look like someone who possesses a Divine Artifact? I assure you, I will use only an ordinary sword." With that, Mo Han casually picked up the longsword from a nearby Paladin of the Church of Light and declared, "I'll use this weapon. You can rest assured.

But we have an agreement: if you dodge or resist when I strike you, you lose." Seeing Mo Han's action, Blood-slayer Jella began to feel a flicker of unease. Even he couldn't fathom why facing Mo Han produced this sensation. He hadn't felt this way even when hunted relentlessly by Silver Fox to the point of desperation, yet now, confronting Mo Han, he felt it.

However, after pondering for a long time, he couldn't conceive how this young man opposite him could possibly shatter his battle aura with a mere common knight's sword, especially within the field of battle aura he himself had manifested. This thought settled Jella’s unrest. He possessed absolute confidence in his battle aura domain.

Since even the Judgment Knights, who possessed the skill level of Sword Masters, couldn't breach his defensive battle aura, Mo Han, as a frail-looking priest, certainly stood no chance. Jella’s confidence swelled, and he stated firmly, "Fine, we can begin, but you must honor your promise." Upon saying this, Jella hurriedly spurred his battle aura, encasing himself tightly within it. It was evident that Jella was employing his true capability this time.

A white curtain of light enveloped his entire body, and the surrounding air grew heavy and oppressive, causing all magical elements to slow. It seemed Jella had pushed his battle aura domain to its absolute limit; even when fighting Murong Tian and those Judgment Knights earlier, Jella hadn't been this cautious, revealing how meticulous the man truly was. Seeing this, Mo Han secretly chuckled inwardly.

You might be extremely careful and cautious, but unfortunately for you, you’ve encountered me today. Your bad luck is sealed. Mo Han understood that with his current power level, he definitely couldn't defeat Jella outright, but leveraging this moment to repel him offered a significant chance.

His sole advantage now was that the opponent was unaware he was a Great Swordsman. Then, Jella’s robust voice echoed from within the light barrier of his battle aura, "Kid, you can start. I'd like to see how you plan to break my battle aura shield inside my domain?" Mo Han smiled, stepped toward the light, and spoke mildly, "Then I shall begin.

You need to be careful." The moment his words fell, a potent aura erupted from Mo Han, and a pale blue light burst forth. This blue radiance deepened swiftly, soon transforming into a profound, dark blue glow. The knight's sword in Mo Han's hand was likewise wrapped in this deep blue battle aura, obscuring the sword's original shape entirely.

Witnessing this scene, everyone’s mouth fell open in astonishment. In truth, Mo Han was inwardly struggling. This Sword Saint's battle aura domain was truly monstrous; it was forcibly suppressing his own aura, preventing him from unleashing it fully.

At first, he could only manage the level of an Advanced Sword Master. Mo Han had to exert every ounce of strength he possessed just to barely attain the rank of a Great Swordsman. At this moment, a loud shout erupted from Mo Han: "Raging Dragon Slash!" This technique was the signature move of Jexuta, the foremost among the Five Great Sword Saints of that era.

Like the Raging Dragon Battle Aura inherited by the Murong family, it possessed an unyielding, fierce momentum. Legend held that Jexuta used this single move to defeat every challenger who dared to face him, securing his position as the chief of the Five Great Sword Saints. This was also the highest-attack skill Mo Han knew.

Although the power Mo Han manifested now was less than a fifth of what Jexuta achieved in his prime, it was certainly not to be underestimated. A torrent of dark blue battle aura, imbued with immense, domineering power, surged directly toward Blood-slayer Jella. Upon seeing Mo Han's technique, Jella blurted out, "You are a Great Swordsman?" Before he finished speaking, the dark blue battle aura had already reached him.

Jella dared not rely solely on his protective battle aura to meet a long-prepared attack from a Great Swordsman head-on; it would undoubtedly result in severe injury. Jella’s longsword instantly erupted with a white radiance as he swung it to meet Mo Han's incoming attack. The two battle auras collided, followed by a deafening boom.

Everyone looked up to see that where the two had clashed, a large pit, three meters square, had formed. Jella stood right at the edge of the crater, his body shaking visibly, while Mo Han was forced back five or six steps, spitting a mouthful of blood. It must be remembered that Jella had been bracing himself for Mo Han’s attack.

Mo Han had essentially traded a full-force clash with a Sword Saint’s battle aura, and he had done so within the very domain created by his opponent. Injury was inevitable. Murong Tian and the others, seeing this, rushed forward to support Mo Han, asking with concern, "Brother Mo Han, are you alright?" Mo Han waved his hand, indicating he was fine, then turned to Jella and stated, "You lost." Hearing Mo Han’s words, Jella’s face flushed and paled alternately.

He had calculated everything, but never had he accounted for Mo Han being a warrior, and a Great Swordsman at that! He truly couldn't fathom how the young man had achieved this; even starting training in battle aura from the womb couldn't lead to the level of a Great Swordsman at such a young age. After all, while the difference between an Advanced Sword Master and a Great Swordsman was only one rank, the disparity in skill was immense—otherwise, why were there only a handful of Great Swordsmen on the continent while Advanced Sword Masters were plentiful?

Realizing this, Jella understood that the young man had clearly set a calculated trap, and he had foolishly walked right into it. Yet, he couldn't deny his defeat. With this understanding, Jella glared venomously at Mo Han and spoke, "I misjudged you.

I never thought you were a Great Swordsman. I, Jella, keep my word; I will leave now." As he turned to depart, Mo Han quickly stopped him. "Wait a moment.

You seem to have one more matter to settle. You haven't told me the whereabouts of your Dark Saintess." Hearing Mo Han’s query, Jella replied coldly, "Rest assured, she is unharmed. I have already sent her back to the headquarters of the Dark Church." With that, he left without looking back.

Mo Han felt relieved upon hearing that Liu Yanran was safe. Although Jella wasn't a good person, he seemed to be a man of his word and had no reason to deceive him. As long as Liu Yanran was safe, he would have opportunities to see her again in the future.

For now, he needed to wrap up the affairs here. Everyone please support Qiezi! Thank you very much :).

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